Chapter two, please review!

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"Okay," I sighed. It was half an hour since the beast had attacked, and Manas had taken us to his cave, where Brisa and Nalina made stew. Meanwhile, Manas and Kasim told us about themselves.

"Okay," I said again. "So you're telling me you four are immortals, and you're fighting against some evil power who created those creatures?" Manas nodded.

"And me and Thimba will have those powers you used too?"

"With training." I looked over at Thimba. He was taking it all in. Believing it.

"I must be going crazy!" I shouted suddenly, jumping up. "How can I accept this? It's against nature!"

"Do you need more proof?" asked Manas. Without waiting for an answer, he pointed at the wall, and a rounded ledge grew out of it. Nalina clicked her fingers without looking around and water poured out of the wall, filling the ledge.

"Drink it," said Manas. "Pure water." I reached out nervously. But he was right – the water was pure. It was real.

"Tell me again."

"We four are immortals. We each have a power, to control an element. Earth…" He pointed to himself.

"…wind…" He pointed to Brisa.

"…fire…" He pointed to Kasim.

"…and water." He pointed to Nalina. "As I said, we are immortals. We can only be killed by another immortal. And there is another, our enemy. He has no name. But he's known as Death." I could swear a chill passed through the room then.

"He has the powers of darkness, of shape shifting, of telekinetics… he goes against all that is good. He feeds of pain, death and destruction. He has armies of darkness. The creatures you saw, and more. He is more powerful than any of us. So we need more help. The chosen few. You and Thimba. Two more warriors."

"What powers do we have?" asked Thimba, grinning slightly. He was obviously excited.

"As of yet, we do not know. But it is likely one of you is a healer."

"A healer? That's not a power!" snorted Thimba. Kasim shook his head.

"No, you're wrong. It's the most useful power anyone could have! Imagine a battle. Blood everywhere. Men, dying, in pain. Feeding Death. Now imagine you are there. You are a healer. You kneel down. The man is close to death, his soul ready to leave. You put your hands on his wound. And you heal it! You move on to the next, and heal him, yanking entire armies from the brink of death! Any of us could be that soldier when we fight Death, and if one of you is a healer, you could save our lives. Help destroy Death."

"And you have no idea of any other powers we might have?" I asked. Manas shook his head. I sighed. I may be a healer, or… something else. Who knows what.

Almost a year had passed before we noticed anything. Once again, me and Thimba were out hunting, this time after a deer. I took careful aim and threw my spear. It skimmed over the deer's back, striking a line of blood. Unfortunately, Thimba was on the other side. Before I had time to shout, the spear had hit him. Luckily, it was the leg, not the chest, but he was in agony. He clutched at it, rolling over in pain. The deer had fled. I ran over, knelt down beside him. I pulled the bloodied spear out, surprisingly with no resistance. His leg was slightly red from the blood. But, after a careful examination, I realized there was no wound.

"Does it hurt?" I asked. He shook his head.

"It stopped hurting when I grabbed it. Just before you came over." I stood up and looked around in confusion. Then I remembered what Manas had said. '…it is likely one of you is a healer…'.

"Come on!" I said, grabbing his arm and yanking him to his feet. He opened his mouth to protest, but I was already dragging him out of the forest. Towards Manas's cave.

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And we leave the Prehistoric age now for the net chapter! R&R!